Date: Tue, 23 Aug 2011 14:59:05 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Summer 2 Sissyboy Summer 2 By Beautiful Creamer One -- Work?!?!? "So that's it, boys," Mrs. Hotinbed told her sons Marco and Carlo. "You boys are getting jobs this summer and that's it. I know you wanted to just laze around all summer, but with your no-good father gone, we need income." Twelve-year old Marco Hotinbed his eleven-year-old brother Carlo stared at each other in disbelief. Jobs?!?!?! The kind that would make money?!?!? Was it even legal for boys their age to be working? And if Mom thought the Hotinbeds needed income so badly, shouldn't she get a job? Apparently not. "What will we do, Mom?" the bewildered Marco managed to ask. "You're going to be batboys and clubhouse attendants for the Strokers." Wow! Things were looking up! Marco and Carlo had been big baseball fans -- Stroker fans -- all their lives. Being a batboy for the team would fulfill a lifelong dream. But didn't the Strokers already have batboys? It was June and they'd already been playing for two months. Mom seemed to read the boys' minds and said, "The Strokers have just expanded their batboy roster from two to twelve. I took your pictures to the general manager and they hired you right away. Isn't that great?" It was great, but implausible. But Mom added, "Attendance was down this year, so the Strokers are trying a new approach. More batboys. Cute batboys, like you boys. Anyway, let's go. We have to get there by three so that they can explain your duties before tonight's game." So off they went. With Marco and Carlo wondering almost out loud how more batboys could help attendance. And why would the batboys need to be cute? Two -- Duties "Well, well. Who do we have here?" "My sons Mario and Carlo, Mr. Scorer," Mrs. Hotinbed said to the Strokers' manager. The boys looked on worshipfully. Casey Scorer was the legendary manager of baseball's best team. And Mario and Carlo were standing right there in the Strokers' dugout with him! It was a dream come true. Not only that, Mr. Scorer seemed genuinely interested in meeting the boys. Very interested. Wait... Coming their way. Was that...? Oh! Baseball greatest hitter -- Homer Slugger! And baseball's greatest pitcher, Ace Hurler! Future Hall-of-Famers both. And Mario and Carlo's idols. And they were walking toward Mario and Carlo. Smiling at the boys. The boys were almost peeing their pants with excitement. "Are these the new batboys?" Mr. Slugger asked Mr. Scorer. The manager nodded. Which engendered broad smiles from Mr. Slugger and Mr. Hurler. "I told the Strokers' owner this was a great idea. A real morale booster," Mr. Hurler said. "But I didn't think they could find beauties like this so quickly." The boys' blushed at the compliment. Their IDOLS thought they were "beauties." Which was good, right? But odd. "We're very glad that you boys, Mario and Carlo is it? We're glad you're joining the team. You'll be great assets for us." The boys were quivering with excitement. They couldn't believe that the men they admired most in the world seemed thrilled to meet them. And were even saying that the boys could play a role in the team's success. It was enormously thrilling. And totally baffling. But they would definitely follow the yellow bricks wherever they led them in this situation. The boys' hearts were still beating rapidly as they watched Mr. Slugger and Mr. Hurler move away. They managed to stumble along with the manager into the batboy room. Which was next to the players' clubhouse. The batboy room was NOT what the boys' expected. First, there were no other boys present. "The other boys will be along in an hour or so, boys," Mr. Scorer said. "You're here early today because you're new." Second, the room was large, clean and extremely well appointed. "We take good care of our batboys. These will be your lockers over here." Third, what was inside the lockers was astonishing. "You'll wear these tonight. I think you'll both look really cute in them." Mario gasped. Carlo squeaked. "But Mr. Scorer..." Mario said. "We can't wear that," Carlo said. The manager frowned. "That's a shame. OK. I'll just call your mother and she can take you home. Mr. Slugger and Mr. Hurler will be especially disappointed. I could see a real connection among the four of you." [Pause] The boys' eyes filled with tears. [Pause] They looked at each other. Then at what was in the lockers. Then at each other. Mario nodded at Carlo. Carlo returned the nod. Three -- Game Time Mario and Carlo were each blushing at least six shades of crimson when they emerged from the tunnel and stepped into the Strokers' dugout 15 minutes before game time. Their pretty eyes were red with bitter tears of shame and humiliation. Though no one they had run into had treated them as boys who should be ashamed or embarrassed. Indeed, every ballplayer the boys saw had treated them with what the boys saw as admiration. Even the other batboys told them how pretty they looked. Maybe that was the problem. They were boys. And boys weren't supposed to look pretty. Were they? The other boys were pretty too. Very pretty. Which made the whole thing even weirder to Mario and Carlo. Why had the Strokers picked only the prettiest boys in town to be their batboys. And why did they have to dress as they did? If Mr. Slugger and Mr. Hurler hadn't come over to them and assured them personally that they looked great and that everyone who mattered would think so, Mario and Carlo would have quit. Still... How could any sane person think that the boys looked great? They were identically arrayed in predominantly pink-tartan, ridiculously short kilts (KILTS!!); tight, white, baby tees, which were spangly monogrammed with "Strokers Batboy," and barely covered their nipples (exposing their waists and belly buttons!), and pink, turned-over, ankle socks with ruffled lace and satin bows. Their shoes were pink, satin, single-strap "Mary Janes." And perhaps worst of all, under their kilts, the boys were wearing pink, satin, very brief, bikini panties. It was a horrifying outfit. For the wearers. For those who saw Mario and Carlo dressed for their baseball duties, it was an exceptionally cockraising outfit. To men who love boys (and who, given half a chance, doesn't?) Mario and Carlo were the embodiment of all their nastiest wettest dreams. None of which Mario nor Carlo understood at all. They thought maybe it was "Silly Costume Night" at the Stroker Field. Or something like that. But then one of the other boys, named Tommy, told them that the batboys "dressed sissy" for every home game. "Not to mention what happens on the road." The boys weren't sure what Tommy meant about "dressing sissy," but they were pretty sure that there was something ominously significant in what he said about the team on the road. Tommy didn't elaborate. Tommy did, however, seem comfortable in his outfit for that evening -- the same Strokers baby tee that Mario and Carlo were wearing, but exceptionally short, pink short-shorts, and strappy pink sandals that showed off his pretty toes. Half of the game's dozen batboys were dressed that way -- the other half like Mario and Carlo. Tentatively Mario and Carlo stepped onto the field. Hallowed ground to them. And they would have been awed had they not been a millimeter away from death by humiliation. Then a very strange thing happened. The crowd emitted a huge roar of approval, with thunderous applause. Why? Carlo tapped his older brother on the shoulder and said, "Look at the Jumbotron." [For non-American readers, a Jumbotron is a television the size of Lithuania that almost every U.S stadium perches above the center field bleachers.} The Brothers Hotinbed were on the Jumbotron! In huge, sissyish detail. And the crowd was applauding them as if they had just hit a grand slam in the bottom of the ninth. But why? Frightened to near extinction, the boys hugged each other, which made the crowd whoop even more loudly. The camera followed them as they scurried into the safety (?) of the dugout. How curious, as Alice would say. The boys stayed together during the player introductions, though not hugging, in case that camera returned. Mr. Slugger was the designated hitter for that game, which meant that he would hit instead of the pitcher, but would not play in the field. That meant that, except when he was hitting or on base, he would be in the dugout. Where the batboys were. Mr. Hurler had pitched the entire game the day before -- brilliantly as always. So he would not play in this game. And would always be in the dugout. Where the batboys were. Mario and Carlo were still a bit unclear of their duties. When Mr. Slugger and Mr. Hurler approached them, they thought the men would be instructing them. Oh, yes. "Mario, would you like to sit with me during the game tonight and be my good-luck charm?" Mario's heart fluttered! "Oh yes sir. I'd love that!" Mr. Hurler made the same offer to Carlo, and it was gratefully accepted by the boy. Mr. Hurler took his "good-luck charm" to the other end of the bench. Mr. Slugger sat. Inviting Mario to join him on his left. Which Mario did. A respectful six inches away. Until, "You're not going to bring me any good luck over there, Buddy. Move closer." Mario halved the gap to three inches. A chuckling Mr. Slugger pulled Mario firmly next to himself. Leaving his arm around the boy. Companionably. Despite all the craziness of the past few hours, Mario was blissful. He and his baseball idol were sitting together. Watching the game from the dugout. Life was good. Mario was happy for Carlo as well. He wondered if his little brother was sitting right next to Mr. Hurler, the way Mario was with Mr. Slugger. The boy sneaked a glance. Oh! Carlo was sitting on Mr. Hurler's lap!! And the man had his arms around Carlo!!! Huh? In fact, all the other batboys in the dugout were sitting on players' laps. One batboy and a player seemed to be...KISSING!!!! Were Mario's eyes playing tricks? What should he... "I have to go hit now, Mario," Mr. Slugger said. "Could I have a little kiss for luck?" A kiss?!?!?!?! Mr. Slugger wanted to kiss Mario? On the lips? But that was gay! And Mario wasn't... As Mario was ruminating, Mr. Slugger took action. He planted a soft kiss on Mario's soft lips, grabbed his bat and strode to the on-deck circle. Oh no! That hadn't been on the Jumbotron, had it? Mario stole a glance at the mammoth TV. Oh no! It showed Tommy sitting on Chico Escuela's lap. And they were kissing! With tongues! Which was deeply, disgustingly gay and despicable except... Oh dear. The combination of Mr. Slugger's arm around him, the kiss, and watching Tommy and Mr. Escuala... Mario was erect! And tenting his kilt with what was a very respectable 5.13 inches for a boy his age. But why? Mario wasn't gay. Neither was Carlo, but Mario could see, very clearly, that his brother, his clearly hetero brother, was letting Mr. Hurler kiss him. And... Oh no! Was that Mr. Hurler's hand under Carlo's kilt? Reaching for Carlo's... CRACK!! Mario turned his attention back to the field, where Mr. Slugger had just hit a 446-foot, three-run, monster of a home run and was circling the bases to the adulation of the crowd. The scoreboard said it was the longest home run of Mr. Slugger's career. Had Mario really brought Mr. Slugger good luck? Had that kiss, brief as it was, inspired Mr. Slugger to do something huge for Mario's favorite team? Apparently so. Or so Mario willed himself to believe. When Mr. Slugger returned to the dugout, his teammates greeted him enthusiastically, but he saved his biggest celebration for Mario. Mr. Slugger hugged the boy bearishly, then kissed him right on the mouth. With just a wisp of tongue. "I told you that you'd bring me luck." Mario glowed. And when they sat down again, Mario was on Mr. Slugger's lap. Cuddling. The way he used to cuddle with Daddy. Before Daddy disappeared that day four months earlier right after he and Mom had that big fight. Right before their dog Buster started spending all his spare time trying to dig up something way out in the back yard. Something buried deep. Oh well. Daddy was probably on some tropical island somewhere with a lady who was way nicer to him than Mom. Probably. Mr. Slugger was a great cuddler. He was so strong and masculine. And dominant. A real alpha male. Mario felt so comfortable in his arms. Not to mention feeling a bit saucy about being the boy who was getting attention from baseball's greatest home-run hitter! And at the other end of the dugout, Carlo was getting the same kind of attention from baseball's greatest pitcher. But why was Carlo letting Mr. Hurler reach under his kilt and fumble around for Carlo's little... "I'm really enjoying this," Mr. Slugger said. "but I think you'd better go get my bat out there on the field, Honey. After all, you are my batboy." Oh, how embarrassing! In all the excitement, Mario had forgotten to get Mr. Slugger's bat. And it was sitting out there. Waiting for him. The umpire was even holding up the game, waiting for Mario to do his job." Ashamedly, Mario dismounted from Mr. Slugger's lap and scooted out onto the field, reached the location of the bat and, doing what just about anyone of his age and experience would do, bent at the waist and picked up the heavy, wooden object. [Perhaps he would be involved with other heavy, "wooden" objects later in this story.] Well. That was a mistake. That naughty man with the naughty camera caught Mario from behind, bending over. Tilting his kilt and exposing his pink panties to the watchers on the jumbotron. Of which there were legions. What they saw: A pair of soft, milky thighs, leading to a perfect, heart-shaped bum. Which was encased in the filmiest of pink panties. That showed, through a revealing semi-screen, Mario's exquisite bumhole and the outlines of his baby balls. What they did: Cheered like savages. Security intercepted three crazed fans who tried to run onto the field and claim Mario's bum for themselves. Mario grabbed the bat and blushing furiously, ran back to the safety of Mr. Slugger's lap. The boy's tears gushed wildly as he relived the humiliating scene. For his part, Mr. Slugger was consoling and comforting. Though, truth be told, he had set the whole thing up by sending Mario for the bat -- knowing that he wouldn't know how to bend properly in a kilt. But, as he was accustomed to doing, Mr. Slugger played the hero. "It's OK, Sweetie. You didn't do anything wrong. You're just so beautiful. They all want you so badly. [Kiss] I can't blame them. [Kiss] I want you too." And there Mario found himself. Sitting on Mr. Slugger's lap. Feeling the man's cock grow against his thigh as they kissed deeply with [gasp] tongues. Mr. Slugger's naughty hand had found its way under Mario's kilt and he was caressing the boy's inner thighs in a way that said exactly what the man wanted it to say. Mario heard another roar from the crowd. Their kissing session was on the jumbotron. But Mario didn't care. He was enjoying himself way too much. Who knew that kissing a man could be that much fun? Mario knew that it was wrong and dirty and, worst of all, GAY! But it was very nice. Very, very nice. Mario knew that he shouldn't be letting Mr. Slugger reach under his kilt like that. The man's hand was right by the boy's private parts. But that felt very nice too. Very, very nice. And, if all those men in the stands got so excited when they glimpsed Mario's private areas, how could the boy blame Mr. Slugger for getting excited when Mario was on Mr. Slugger's lap -- tongue kissing? It appeared that Mario excited men. Which was an amazing revelation to the lad. Who clearly hadn't been paying much attention during the past three years of his beautiful life. Men had been ogling Mario since he was nine. Dreaming of being in bed with the naked Mario. Abrading their cockknobs with their foreskins as they dreamed of his puerile charms. Carlo had noticed the attention Mario had been getting. But he noticed his own attention even more. On several previous occasions, Carlo had considered surrendering to what were clearly the ardent advances of men. And wasn't exactly sure why he hadn't. Though he was a bit confused about the whole Strokers batboy gig earlier in the day, he had fully figured things out by the time Mr. Hurler asked the boy to sit on his lap, then gently placed the boy's hand on his massive mancock. Carlo was confident that Mario would catch on quickly enough. But he was more concerned with what was going on with Mr. Hurler and himself. The man was a great kisser! And the way he was rubbing Carlo's cock under his boyish kilt had Carlo gasping and moaning with lust. The boy felt an almost-urgent rumbling in his stomach as the man worshiped his mouth with his tongue. If Mr. Hurler kept doing that, Carlo would... "I know you have needs, Carlo," the all-time-great pitcher said. "All boys have needs. Let's go somewhere where I can help you satisfy them. Away from the jumbotron. And these other meatheads on my team. OK?" Carlo nodded eagerly. As Mr. Hurler led Carlo, hand-in-hand, through the dugout opening to the clubhouse, the jumbotron caught it and the stadium crowd whooped in mock delight. Carlo didn't care. He was looking for some real delight. Mr. Hurler took the boy to his team locker in the clubhouse and wasted no time. He sat on a bench and had Carlo stand in front of him. He disconnected Carlo's kilt and dropped it to the floor. Leaving the boy in his baby tee, sissy shoes and socks, and pink panties. Oops. No more panties. Mr. Hurler considered the boy's beautiful "pink parts" for a moment or two and then, much to Carlo's delight, he took the boy's stiff, 4.27-inch cock into his mouth. Where he imparted a skill to his lovemaking at least the equal of his hall-of-fame baseball acumen. The man could suck cock! The boy ADORED having his cock sucked! And Mr. Hurler ADORED sucking Carlo's pink pretty. Licking in all the most thrilling spots. Sopping up all of the boy's drooling juices with his hungry tongue. Carlo had a fleeting thought that he may not have been Mr. Hurler's first batboy. Then he lost all ability to reason. Reason was unnecessary anyway. Carlo surrendered to ecstasy. With an embarrassingly girlish squeal, young Carlo pumped out his first tribute to Eros. A man-sized, four thick ropes of boy's cream that gagged the delighted man for a moment. Which allowed a thick strand to adorn Mr. Hurler's Strokers jersey before he was able to swallow the rest. Yum!! Carlo squealed and squirted in delighted agony as his new best friend swallowed Carlo's first fruits. When the boy had regained a smidge of reason, he considered whether the proper thing to do would be to satisfy Mr. Hurler in like manner. He proposed it. Mr. Hurler gratefully accepted and began to unbutton his fly when the noises of approaching people had man and boy scurry to cover up. Carlo pulled up his panties and kilt. Just in case that jumbotron camera guy had followed them. So imagine their reaction when they saw that the pair entering the clubhouse was none other than: Mario and Mr. Slugger! "That little tramp," Carlo giggled to himself. Mario was astonished to find Carlo and Mr. Hurler having the kind of "sex get-together" that he imagined was his own imminent fate. "That little tramp," Mario said to himself. "We were just going back to the bench, Homer," Mr. Hurler said to Mr. Slugger. "After discussing a few matters of baseball strategy." "That's exactly what Mario and I were about to do. We'll see you back at the bench in a few minutes." All the while, Mario was adding two and two about what little brother and the Hall-of-Fame pitcher had been doing. Mario was innocent, but he knew what boy's cream was. And there was a big strand of it down the front of Mr. Hurler's shirt! Of course, despite his earlier misgivings, Mario was now hoping to shoot his own boy's cream with the aid and comfort of Mr. Slugger. Mario was a bit miffed that Carlo, the little tart, had beaten him to it. But that was a minor emotion compared to his terror/excitement of being alone with a man intent on manly pursuits. Mario barely noticed that Carlo and Mr. Hurler had departed. He was watching Mr. Slugger unhook the boy's kilt, let it flutter to the floor, then sit and gently pull the boy to his lap. "You're so beautiful, Mario," Mr. Slugger said accurately. "I wish I had time to make love to you right now, but I have to go and bat in 20 minutes or so. So we'll have to wait for proper lovemaking." Mario whimpered in pure fear. He hadn't signed up for "lovemaking" with a man. Let alone "proper lovemaking." Maybe a little kissing. Followed by what the bad, older boys in school called "wanking." But proper lovemaking sounded, well...thorough. And that was NOT what Mario wanted. So why didn't he resist when Mr. Slugger began to kiss the boy's panties down and off? Why did he step out of his panties when they reached the floor, rather than pull them back on and protect the remnants of his honor? Why did he let Mr. Slugger slide that fat finger into his bottom, resisting only with a small scream that only seemed to spur the boylover on? And why did he let Mr. Slugger take Mario's penis into his mouth and suck it so well that Mario visited a galaxy far, far away? All good questions. All answerable uniformly. Because Mario, much to his bedazzlement, wanted "it." And when you want "it," you most definitely want "it." Oh, that finger in his bottom was so incredibly, gaily wrong. As was the way the man would lick the boy's pricklet in synch with each terrorizing stroke on Mario's secret place, deep within him. Mario had heard some of the naughty older boys talk about "cumming" and how much fun it was. One time that bad, 15-year-old Robbie Buggerboy took his cock out and showed Mario and Carlo how to rub it and make yourself feel good. The boys ran away, though not until they were terrified by seeing Robbie shoot his boy's cream in thick ropes. But Mario, in his naughtiest dreams, couldn't imagine that "cumming" would feel half as good as what was happening to him. The sharp pinches in his gut felt spectacular. But the sweet agony that slammed into the boy when his prostate detonated was incomparably exquisite. Were these the wages of sin? Well, they were at least seven figures with a bonus. Mario knew something was exploding from his peelips, but he couldn't see anything. Homer Slugger, the legendary baseball superstar, was swallowing every drop of Mario Bedready's virginal orgasm! It was the most intense, petrifying moment of Mario's life. And he could hardly wait for the next one. Mario consumed Mr. Slugger with grateful kisses. Tasting something tangy on the man's tongue. Was that Mario's...? Oh! Mario threw himself against Mr. Slugger. Which alerted Mario to the urgency of Mr. Slugger's own "predicament." Poor Mr. Slugger! His cock was fatally stiff. It was all Mario's fault. Because he was so beautiful. And he let Mr. Slugger do all those naughty things to him. Maybe Mario should "help" Mr. Slugger. Beyond kissing. Something like what Mr. Slugger had done for Mario. Mario tentatively laid his hand on Mr. Slugger's cock. Oh! Mr. Slugger moaned. Wasting no time, the man stood, peeled down his baseball pants, then his jockstrap. Freeing the beast!! Mario gasped. Mr. Slugger's prick was outrageous. Outrageously stiff. Outrageously huge! Nine fat inches. Mario would never be able to get all that into his tiny mouth. But maybe he could kiss and lick it a little. Mario extended his hand and laid it on the man's knob. It was slick with juices. Again, Mario reasoned, Mario's fault. Maybe he could make Mr. Slugger happy with just his hand. But that wouldn't be fair. So when Mr. Slugger said, "On your knees, Baby," Mario complied immediately. The boy held Mr. Slugger's cock by the shaft and was about to lean forward and lick up the juices when... "Hey, Homer! You're up next. Come on." Strokers shortstop Jorge Beisbol had been dispatched to retrieve Mr. Slugger. There was a game going on -- one of the games that Mr. Slugger was being paid millions to play. So despite his "needs," Mr. Slugger stood up and dressed hastily. "Sorry, Baby," Mr. Slugger said to Mario. "No one's sorrier than me, believe me. But duty calls." Oh no! That shortstop had seen Mario on his knees, about to suck Mr. Slugger's cock! The boy's reputation was ruined. And Mario hadn't even gotten to suck the cock that had ruined his reputation. Almost as bad, Mr. Slugger was about to bat with a stiff cock and full, achy, unfulfilled balls. How could even a historic hitter like Homer Slugger smack the ball in that condition? It turned out that he couldn't. Mario watched in guilty misery as Mr. Slugger missed the first two pitches, then popped up meekly on the third. Mario couldn't even make eye contact with Mr. Slugger as the man returned to the dugout. The only good thing was that Mario remembered that time that his job was to retrieve the bat. Which he did immediately. The boy even remembered to bend and squat while picking up the bat, denying the perverts in the stand a view of his panties. Too bad that Mario forgot two things. First, the boy stood from a squat, exposing the area under his kilt to the jumbotron and its viewers. Second, and I'm not making this up, Mario realized to his extreme dismay that, in his haste to dress and reappear when his blowjob was interrupted, the boy had forgotten his panties -- which were still on the clubhouse floor! Well. That was a jumbo jumbotron moment indeed. Whoops of voyeuristic, pederastic delight cascaded from the stands. Mario's shame almost burned him alive. Sobbing in disgrace, Mario scurried back to the dugout, through the tunnel and into the clubhouse. Where he looked around frantically for something he could wear as he made his escape. Mr. Slugger, being compassionate, and in need of that blowjob he had been sort of promised, appeared. Mario didn't blame Mr. Slugger for the shameful shame he had been enduring. One doesn't blame one's idol. Plus, Mario liked Mr. Slugger a lot. He liked what he and Mr. Slugger had been doing even more. So he ran to the man's arms and accepted his comfort. "I'm sorry I made you pop out, Mr. Slugger. I'm sorry I didn't `help' you before you went up to bat. I'm sorry I forgot my panties. I'm..." "It wasn't your fault, Baby. You're beautiful. You're wonderful. And nobody gets a hit every time. But I'll have to bat again and in my condition..." Mario fell to his pretty knees and pulled Mr. Slugger's pants to his ankles. Then the man's athletic supporter bit the dust. Mr. Slugger moaned with lust as he felt Mario's mouth wrapped around his sensitive knob. Oh my. The boy was actually pushing the foreskin back with his lips. As he cuddled the man's chubby balls with his soft hand. And that tongue on the "arrow point" underneath! All of which were touches that Mario was improvising as he went. Clearly, the boy was a sex prodigy. Mario wondered if it would be appropriate for him to slide a finger into Mr. Slugger's bumhole as they love-tussled, but decided against it. Better to concentrate on one or two things and get them right. Mario was getting it very right. For 16 glorious minutes until Mr. Slugger's guts ignited and he flooded Mario's sissy mouth with manly sperm. Mario swallowed as much as he could, but lots got onto his Strokers tee shirt. Though not as much as on his face. Rather than act as if it were all "eww-icky," Mario embraced the man's cream as evidence of his specialness. Mr. Slugger, Babe Ruth's modern counterpart, had picked him, Mario Hotinbed, to be his cocksucker. Mario was pretty sure that there were at least a million other boys who would have gladly traded places with Mario. So after Mario licked Mr. Slugger's cock clean, stood and kissed his man lustily, they both got dressed and returned to the bench. Where it was almost time for Mr. Slugger to hit again. That time, Mario hadn't forgotten his panties. He left them off intentionally. Mr. Slugger kissed Mario for luck, then went up and hit a 466-foot home run. Which one could never do with blueballs, could one? Still sporting a goodly portion of Mr. Slugger's sperm on his face and clothing, Mario strode from the dugout, sissied over to the bat, bent at the waist to give everyone a fine look at his fine, bare bottom, then sissied back to the dugout. The crowd would have rioted at that point had rain not intervened. Torrents of rain. And, since it was the bottom of the sixth inning, with the Strokers ahead 12-1, the umpires ended the game. Good night, everybody. Drive carefully. Three -- Postgame hijinks The fans weren't happy that the game ended three innings short. But the umpires, players and batboys were happy. Really happy. As a "courtesy" to the umpires, the home team had arranged for a pretty boy to meet each umpire in his hotel room after the game. Which was only fair, considering how hard each ump worked. And how difficult their jobs were, especially on close calls. Which could go either way. To the team that got the umpires all the sissyboys they could eat or to the other team. In addition to the ten batboys on duty that night, another two dozen "auxiliary batboys" showed up after the game to assist the players, manager, coaches and club owners with their showers. And other cleansing activities. So the place to be was the Strokers shower room after a game. Except for Mr. Slugger and Mr. Hurler. Nothing that orgy-tawdry for them. As part of their most recent contracts, both men agreed to play for only a paltry $20 million a year over ten years (rather than the $5 million more per year they could have gotten), in exchange for certain "perks." Perk One -- First choice on all batboys for the duration of the contract. Even if they were injured. Or captured by Abbadabbastani pirates. Perk Two -- Unlimited access to any all batboys and auxiliary batboys all year long -- home and road. Perk Three -- A luxury suite with bathroom, kitchenette and president-for-life-sized bed. None of that communal showering in the middle of an orgy for Mr. Slugger and Mr. Hurler. They had class. And so did the boys they chose to fuck. Mario and Carlo didn't know about Perk Three, but they would soon enough. Since Mr. Hurler hadn't played that night, he didn't have to give a post-game interview. So he and Carlo went directly to their lovenest. Mr. Slugger actually asked Mario to sit on his lap while he gave his interviews. Mario couldn't refuse Mr. Slugger anything. So he sat there looking pretty, waiting for reporters to ask about the two mammoth home runs. Instead, "What's your name, Honey?" Should he answer? He did. "M-M-Mario. Mario Hotinbed." And then, the reflex-driven, "Hi, Mom!" "Mario, when you came out to get Homer's bat after that second home run, you had cum all over your face and clothes -- you still do, actually -- and your panties were gone. What did you and Homer do back in the clubhouse?" Mario looked at Mr. Slugger for help. But he just smiled. Enjoying it all. The rascal. Mario sucked in his breath and told the truth, "Mr. Slugger was teaching me about nice things. Fun things that men and boys can do. For fun." The reporters enjoyed the response. Then, "Homer, did `doing fun things' with Mario help you hit those two monster homers tonight?" "You bet it did, fellas. And if you'll excuse us, I have other things to teach young Mario in my School of Fun." And off man and boy went. To an enclave that Mr. Slugger opened with a retinal scanner. He and Mario entered. Mario gasped. It was the ultimate "stabbin' cabin." Right in the middle of the ballpark. A place where Mario intended to learn all the fun things he could learn. Professor Slugger intended to educate his student well. Though he suspected that Mario would teach him a thing or three as well. "Let's take a shower, Honey," Mr. Slugger said. "We should be clean before we do dirty things. And don't worry about your Mom. She knows that you and Carlo will be here all night. And maybe all day tomorrow and tomorrow night." Mario blinked at that notion. And his little soldier was at full attention. "To shower, we'll need to get naked. You can throw your clothes in that pile by the door, OK?" Was it OK? He hadn't been completely naked yet. And neither had Mr. Slugger. Somehow that seemed gayer and more final about his gayness. But awfully exciting too. Mario didn't expect that seeing the boy's toes for the first time would excite Mr. Slugger so. Though Mario knew that he had pretty feet. The man also seemed very interested in Mario's puffy nipples. Which the other boys made fun of in the showers at school. But Mr. Slugger seemed to adore. And, oh my! Mr. Slugger's rippling, hairy, athlete's muscles were boycock-stiffening to the extreme. The boy followed the man to the bathroom and into a shower built for a man and the Vienna Boys' Choir. Had Mr. Slugger showered with them all? The warm water caressed the lovers as they kissed and rubbed cocks and full bodies. Not wanting to spunk until he got his prize into bed, Mr. Slugger stopped the cock rubs, seated Mario on a shower bench, knelt and washed the boy's feet with a warm soapy cloth. Each toe was washed and rinsed in loving detail. After which the man kissed each toe and gave it a brief sucking. It was so intimate and sexy that Mario began to ejaculate. Helplessly. Without his cock or prostate being touched. So nice! Man and boy washed each other all over, with particular emphasis on each other's cocks, of course, as well as their bums. Mario even slid a naughty finger inside Mr. Slugger, which the man seemed to enjoy very much. Mr. Slugger took a nice, long timeout to sit and tongue-worship each of Mario's delicious nipples. Which almost made Mario spunk again. But the man stopped, turned off the shower and led the boy out. They dried each other off with enormously fluffy towels. Then Mr. Slugger led Mario to the bed. Which they fell into. Glowing from their shower. And ridiculously, ragingly randy. Beautiful, naked skin rubbed beautiful, naked skin. Tongues found each other. Temperatures climbed. Until... "I'm going to fuck you now, Mario. I love you. You love me. You desperately need a good, stiff fucking and I desperately need to give you one. It may hurt at first, but I'll get you ready and you'll love it. Now would be the time if you want to say no." Mario was terrified! It was true. Men did shove their fat cocks into boy's bottoms! Which four hours ago, Mario would have told you was the last thing in the world he would ever allow. But things had changed. So instead of running away, screaming for his Mama, the Major Case Squad and the Army Rangers, Mario said, "Please fuck me. I need it." Mr. Slugger was delighted. And happy to oblige. After some very nice preliminaries. Mario loved the preliminaries. Especially the screaming orgasm he had when Mr. Slugger tongued Mario's asshole for 22 minutes of astounding bliss. And the second ball-wrencher he experienced when Mr. Slugger slowly expanded the boy's poopchute with three lubricated (Spermbutt, of course) fingers. Mario was limp with sperm loss when Mr. Slugger propped three pillows under the boy's stomach, got behind him and rubbed his manly, drooling peehole all over Mario's "wrinkle." It didn't really hurt when Mr. Slugger entered Mario's bottom. More like a pinch at first. Then twice more as he shoved in additional cockage. When Mr. Slugger was all in, he asked the boy if he was all right. Mario grunted out an "I'm fine." Raising the hypothetical, what would Mr. Slugger have done if Mario had said, "It hurts. Take it out!" Hmmm? Mario was very all right, however. And eager for his fucking. Which he got posthaste. Forty-seven times Mr. Slugger's massive meat log grazed Mario's prostate. On number 35, the boy shuddered through a massive orgasm that only produced three watery drops of testicular juices. On number 47, Mr. Slugger saw The Other Side. Or at least thought he had. An orgasm that blew off six toes and eight fingertips. As well as stabbing his balls with a white-hot pongee stick. In other words, a historical cum. Mario was in love, though he began to wonder if Carlo was dead set on spending all that time with Mr. Hurler. A little variety would be nice in a day or two. Mr. Slugger was in love, though he began to wonder if Carlo was dead set on spending all that time with Mr. Hurler. A little variety would be nice in a day or two. When I grow up, I want to play for the Strokers. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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